He smiles at me. “Done playing?”
“Yes, Daddy.” I’m content to sit here and watch him. I love watching him. He’s so confident and imposing when he’s working. His brow furrows, but not from stress or anger, just concentration. It’s hot as hell.
He sits back after a few minutes and meets my gaze. “Tomorrow we start your summer schedule. I’ve got a strict routine planned. I have to start working from the home office, and you’ll sit in there with me and work on your research for three hours in the morning and three hours in the afternoon.”
I groan.
He chuckles. “No arguments. If you do your work every day like that, you’ll finish your thesis by the end of the summer and no longer have it weighing over you.”
I’d imagined it taking far longer than three months to finish. After all, I’ve been slacking, and I’m behind on my timeline, but if he enforces that kind of work ethic, I’ll definitely finish it before the end of the summer. “Yes, Daddy.”
He reaches for the small package and opens it to pull out a pink padlock. He hands it to me, his eyes dancing.
I take it from him. It’s kind of heavy, like the sort of thing someone might use to lock a bicycle. “What’s it for, Daddy?” I’m more than a little curious. The fact that it’s pink means it has something to do with me. The fact that it’s a lock makes me squirm with excitement. I hope it’s for my person somehow and not for my stroller.
He winks. “It’s a surprise. You’ll find out tomorrow.”
I giggle, imagining him locking me to my desk chair or something. I can’t wait to find out what it’s intended use is. It’s all I can do to keep from begging him to tell me now.
The rest of the day is spent relaxing. I drink my afternoon bottle, Daddy has dinner, and we watch another movie. Then it’s time for my bath and my nighttime bottle. I go to sleep warm and content in my footed jammies, my wrists strapped to the siderails of my crib, a smile on my lips.
Chapter Nine
I’m anxious with anticipation, unable to forget the pink padlock, when Daddy ushers me into the home office the next morning. I’m not looking forward to booting up my laptop and doing grownup work for three hours, but I know I don’t have a choice.
Daddy has set up a perfect workspace for me with a desk and ergonomic chair that will be comfortable enough to sit in for long periods of time. My butt sure won’t hurt with all the padding.
Daddy sits down in his own desk chair and motions me forward. “Come here, baby girl.”
I waddle toward him, excited and a little shocked when I see the harness from yesterday on his desk. When he picks it up, I hold out my arms in anticipation so he can arrange the straps on my shoulders and work on the rest of the crisscross of nylon.
I’m confused because I thought he wanted me to work for the next three hours, and now he’s preparing me as if we’re going to go out for a walk. When I see the pink padlock on his desk, my mind starts to consider the possibilities, settling on the idea that he’s going to somehow lock my leash to the desk so I can’t get away.
I can’t lie. This excites me. I may not understand this strange new attraction for such confining bondage, but I’m starting to get used to it.
It takes far less time to get me strapped in than yesterday now that the nylon strips are already adjusted to fit me. Before I know it, Daddy has cinched it up tight, practically lifting me off the floor as he gives a final tug.
I can’t resist the question on the tip of my tongue. “What’s the lock for, Daddy? Are you going to tether me to the desk leg?”
He chuckles. “No, but that’s not a bad idea. I’ll order a second one if it comes to that. I expect you to sit on that chair without getting up for any reason for the next three hours without needing to be cuffed to the desk,” he teases. “Surely you can manage that, especially now that you don’t even need bathroom breaks and have no reason to use them as an excuse to stall.”
I flinch. “Yes, Sir.”
He tucks his fingers into the front of my harness between my boobs and tugs me closer to him. “The lock, baby girl, goes right here.”
I look down as he threads the metal loop of the lock between the double layer of nylon where all sections come together at the clasp. Once he’s looped each section through and closed the lock, he gives it a tug and releases it. It hangs heavily at the lower swell of my breasts.
“There. I can’t possibly make you feel more restrained than that, Little one. I’d realized the clasp would be too easy for you to undo if you desired. You can’t open that lock no matter what. Only I know the combination.” He stands and guides me to my chair.
I lower onto it and wait while he adjusts the height so my feet aren’t dangling. When he pushes me in toward the desk, he leans over and kisses my forehead from behind. Next, he reaches for the lock and gives it another tug. “Hopefully this will helpkeep you on task. You can glance down at it any time you need to remember who’s in charge. The weight of it will calm you and help you focus.
After one more kiss, he wanders back to his desk, leaving me speechless and a little fidgety.
I reach with shaking fingers to open my laptop and shake my mouse to get it to power up. Every movement makes the padlock jiggle between my tits. The straps of the harness are tight enough I wouldn’t be able to get out of this restraint if I wanted to. It also means I wouldn’t be able to remove this diaper myself.
I shudder at the realization. I’m aroused, but I’ll have to set that emotion aside for now and let it simmer. I’m obviously not going to get pleasured until my three hours is up. By then, I’ll be aching for Daddy to touch me. I’ll also have three hours of work done. I can do this.
Chapter Ten
